He nodded.
“Well, I was wrong. I need you. And I won’t ever make that mistake again.”
Ryan’s chest tightened, and he sat on the edge of her bed, slipping an arm beneath her and gently lifting her to him. Tess pressed her ear to Ryan’s chest and felt the reassuring beat of his strong heart.
“I love you, Tess,” he said. “And I want to marry you.”
Tess blinked, seeing his face through a shimmer of tears. “I love you, too, Ryan Donovan.”
It didn’t matter that they were surrounded by hospital white and beeping monitors. For Tess it was more romantic than candlelight and soft music. He loved her. He wanted to marry her.
“And yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispered over the lump in her throat.
The nurse tiptoed to the door, shut off the light and let the curtain fall into place, leaving them alone and in each other’s arms.
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